Most of what can be said about Gatesville is a horror story
unless you’re representing the town’s folks defending their little cash cow to
government investigative agencies. The
other day I was reminded of how much I enjoyed the Sunday Fried Chicken dinner that
was served when I was there, usually with mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, iced
tea and a desert. It was truly the best meal of the week. Walking back to
Terrace School from chapel on Sunday morning you could smell that chicken
frying. For 2 cigarettes the kitchen
boys would throw in an extra piece or send some ‘to go” through the scullery
window. I’m pretty sure this isn’t on the current Gatesville menu and rumor has
it that the kids in the state schools today don’t get feed as well as we did.
Something about fresh food being to expensive since the Fed’s meddling in the
states correction business. And it could have just been a small window of time
in Gatesville’s history in those crazy Post Morales vs Turman and pre TYC Gatesville
facility turn over where the state boys got feed a decent meal on Sunday after chapel.
RIP Father Atwood c/s
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